one hundred and sixty dollars found in hard cash, pennies though dimes, stashed into purse pockets, honey pots, vodka bottles full of orange flowers crafted out of felt,
a full bottom drawer of pennies, heavy, gloating, unaccustomed to the light
two wooden boxes full of clean, white feathers and whiskey bottles all in a row, well-scrubbed, filled to the cap with sequins divided by color
i'ma buy me a bus ticket to new york city, i'ma sew together wings out of dust and must,
shine, gold and glass
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